ICONIC
I was gonna put this in my queue but tbh I think it’s more relevant right now.
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ICONIC
I was gonna put this in my queue but tbh I think it’s more relevant right now.
“He’s the most irritating, sugar rush filled child in a man’s body. I couldn’t stand him. Worst part? He decided I was interesting enough to follow around, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of him I couldn’t. He followed me to work, and after a while that wasn’t enough. He started following me outside of work too, bugging me all the time. After a time he let me see his other side too though. He stopped being the uh… the person they described in the tabloids. In moments I got to meet Alexis I saw him as a father and as a much more mature man than he’d been when I first met him at his book party. And after a few years we became friends, and I swear that if anyone had told me that when I first met him I would’ve laughed at their joke, saying they were completely…”
“But in reality you fell for me the first time you saw me,” Castle interrupted and their kids chuckled.
Kate narrowed her eyes at him, a small grin on her face. “You don’t even remember what you were like in the beginning. I wanted to shoot you,” she argued.
“Mom, it’s not nice to shoot people,” Reece said matter-of-factly.
“You could go to prison for it,” Jake added with a small horror displaying on his face.
“Oh, she’d never do it. Right mom,” Lily defended her and Kate laughed.
She really loved their little family. Reece and Jake were almost six now whereas Lily had turned eleven earlier this year. All of them were quite aware of their parents story but every year around the holidays they always wanted to hear a little about how the two met. To Kate’s surprise and joy none of them seemed to mind the fact that she had hated their father’s guts when they first met. They enjoyed hearing how their story had progressed and honestly, when Castle told the story, so did she.
“Of course not, I’d hate to arrest myself,” Kate answered to Lily’s question.
“You didn’t hesitate to twist my ear or nose though,” Castle said while he rubbed his fingers on his ear.
Kate laughed along with the kids and lightly punched his chest. “You deserved it.” Castle grabbed her hand and pulled her in, putting his hand on her hip. “Every single time,” she added and he chuckled.
“I did.” Castle leaned down and pecked her lips, leaving her wanting more.
It was weird how almost fifteen years later he could still leave her wanting him with just the simplest of touches. And to think it had been almost twenty years since they first met, officially that is.
“And you know, your mom was a fan of my books before I started shadowing her,” Castle continued to tell the kids and she rolled her eyes as they sat down by the bonfire they’d made together in her father’s old cabin. “After I found that out I got her the newest book and even signed it. I also made sure to let her know just how great she was by dedicating all her books to her. I even think I shocked her with that first dedication,” he looked at her and she just smiled at the memory. He’d called her extraordinary.
Kate snuggled into his comfy chest and listened to him telling their kids the story. She watched as her kids snuggled together in a pile of pillows and blankets. Lily holding her stuffed elephant and the twins holding their stuffed tigers. Castle had gotten the tigers as a joke between the two of them, the pregnancy had been tough and he’d continuously reminded her of the time they almost got eaten by a tiger, and the fact that the stuffed tigers had become the twins’ most valuable toys had its own special irony to it. But it was all great. Kate loved this family of theirs, and she knew her husband loved it too. She looked up at him and met his eyes as he’d been watching her too. Their eyes exchanging the love and admiration for one another as he continued telling the story to the kids. Their story.
THE END
A few weeks ago a 15-year-old called me “Grandma” for being able to remember when the first Twilight film came out, and I still haven’t mentally or emotionally processed this
tag the age u were when twilight came out (2008) i was ten
Just to give those who arent aussie or who dont live in Australia, an idea of just how bad this is. And it's only getting worse. This started in August. Our winter.
My country is on fire. I live in the Australian Capital Territory, or Canberra. My city is covered in smoke everyday from the fires that are all around us. Some towns are gone. Many people are stuck because the fires have surrounded them. People are dead and missing. Hundreds of homes have been destroyed. Today, it has gotten even worse. 4000 people are currently sitting on the water at the coast because the land is too dangerous. The fires are closing in everywhere. We are terrified. If this doesnt make the people in power, especially in my own country act on the climate crisis, I dont know what will. #ourhouseisonfire
The song “We’ll meet again” by Vera Lynn is emotionally scarring.
for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
pilots (◡‿◡✿)
girl pilots (◕‿◕✿)
girl pilots killing nazis ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* \(◕ヮ◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
But, remember, women never did anything in history.
I’m reblogging this again. Always reblogging. Always
And the Nazis called them “Night Witches” because you couldn’t fucking hear them. They basically appeared out of the night as if they were flying on brooms and dropped bombs.
Hell yeah
DUDEEEEE LOVE THESE GIRLS, IM SO GLAD I FOUND THIS POST
They also have a kick-ass song dedicated to them by Sabaton called Night Witches if anyone wants to give it a good listen
sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)
You know fucking what
How fucking dare you do this to my heart
I knew it was going to end with A Thing. I didn’t know it was going to be That Thing. Now I’m devastated.
I knew it was gonna be that thing and I’m still devastated.
Gonna reblog this every time it pops up on my dashboard.
Not ever hero wears a cape.
who was i before i cared so much about my eyebrows???
i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
In the 80s when I was in my freshman year in college, they still had entirely separate mens and women’s dorms. I was in class waiting for a final to start and one of the guys was telling someone about how he had had to go into a women’s dorm to drop something off, and he was startled to see posters on the walls, flowers, curtains, etc. He said his men’s dorm had holes in the walls, things on fire, fights, guys walking around with open wounds and he just didn’t understand why they had to live like this. He said, “I want to live with the women, in civilization.”
Am reading Sisterhood of Spies, about women working for the OSS during WWII. One of the stories mentions that the women in London had a male visitor who would eat in their mess hall once a month. He was married and wasn’t interested in hitting on any of the women; he just wanted to eat in an atmosphere where people said “Please pass the butter,” instead of “PASS THE GODDAMNED GREASE”
I dated a guy who brought me along on group activities (movies, video game night, etc.) with four or five other male friends. Once I mentioned to one of the other guys that I hoped I wasn’t intruding on their “guy time” or some such. He got this sort of rueful look and said, “The truth is, I really like it when you’re here because it gives us a reason to act better. When it’s just guys, we all have to try to outdo each other with how vile we are.”
So the moral of these stories are men don’t even treat each other like human beings.
Me to my 6-year-old son: “You seem to like playing with the girls at school more than the boys. Why do you think that is?”
6-year-old son: “Sometimes I just don’t want to be pushed. It hurts and is mean. And the girls always pretend to be princesses or fun animals and stuff when they have tea parties. The boys just dump the tea all over the place. That’s just stupid and I don’t like wasting all that tea. It takes forever to make.”
Me: “Wow, I can understand why you’d rather play with the girls. The boys seem like they’re kind of rough.”
6-year-old son: “And when I play with the girls they make me the king because none of the other boys want to play tea party.”
Me: “Do you like being the king?”
6-year-old son: “Not really – I’d rather be a wizard, but it makes Georgia and Vivian happy.”
For those of you that are wondering, please have one of the fiest pieces of radio comedy ever:
Julie Andrews as Cinderella in 1957.
so that’s where this came from
Yes, dear. 256/365 days of caskett